because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

journeys

The grumble of a distant train shakes
me from dreams,
metallic smell
of her crusted veins lingering
in the moist air like a coming threat
of thunder. Fumbling
for the bathroom
light i
find myself
staring at a mirror
turned back to sand,
a shoreline of grainy morning
shadows where
the loneliest word is written

and erased by creeping tides,
traced and non-existed
like the back-and-forth
of a crosshead whose engine
chafes
to be off down the tracks,

my breath like her whistle
steaming for what lies
around the next stretch
of coast.

Thanks, as always, brian. aren’t we all looking for that next stretch of coast? 🙂

yes to Friday night– email heading your way shortly. so looking forward to meeting you! (and at the same time nervous that THE brian of OneStop and dVerse fame is coming to grace our little poetry gathering– yikes!) 😉

Anna, thank you. Glad you enjoyed this, and that you saw the interview over at Jingle. It was really a lot of fun to do but I didn’t think anyone really read it. 🙂 And yes, I think it’s all the science-y flavors to your poetry that draw me most about your own work. Like attracts like, I guess!